I stare at the cloud's carved face, hoping it would stare back at me, like the structures formed thru grains of sand and disappearing after a clash of the struggling waves. It screams the name of the sun as it tries to escape the gloomy gazes of its nemesis, most of them wear gray, some of them wear white, all of them singing the same lyrics of the song of dawn in harmony.
They carve each days left in surviving
sunshines. Today's morning screams the smile of my breath being lost in the wind, fainted lights and a sigh.
©sars.
J